Ragged breaths rattled the pup's body as he stood there, heavy wounds scattered among his small body. Towering above the pup, was a large serpentine creature that grinned manically at the sight of the wounded god.

"Young god," The serpent hissed out "You have defeated my other seven heads, but how shall you fare against me, the last of the heads of Orochi?"

Looking up with his tired eyes, the young sun god mustered up a miserable growl in response. He wouldn't back down, not now. Not ever. He will follow after his mother's pawsteps.

Orochi let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing throughout the moon cave. "It seems you might need some," He lowered his head to match the pup's eye level. "Help."

The wolf's eyes widened and let out a louder growl in protest. No one is going to help him. He has to keep the humans safe. Its his duty. Using the last of his ink, the pup summoned up a powerful slash to hit the monster, bright red blood splattering onto the floor. Where even more of the thick liquid lays.

The serpent let out a piercing roar and shook his head violently, more blood dripping down his right side of his face, "YOU MUTT," Orochi yelled "YOU HAVE MADE THE WRONG CHOICE!"

As Orochi yelled, the wolf has succumbed to losing his powers in the last attempt to defend himself. Now, instead of a glorious god, he was nothing more than a wounded dog. The pup started limping away as fast as a wounded canine could, seeing there was nothing else to do. But Orochi, hearing the escaping pup, ceased his shaking and glared at the escapee through his one good eye.

Full of rage, the serpent shot forward and caught the pup with a sickening crunch, teeth prodding through all directions of the pup's body. Crimson liquid dripping out of Orochi's mouth, the blood of a god mixed with those of a demon.

The Yokai spat the mutilated body out and gleamed with joy at his work. The once snow white pelt of the god now covered crimson and the once lively eyes glazed over, wide in fear.

Another god has fallen.

The legacy is left broken.

The sun that was out, was soon covered with clouds, and out came a rain. Drizzling into the open whole in the ceiling of the cave.

The mother of this young god was weeping for her fallen son.

Amaterasu had lost her precious child.

And it is Chibiterasu that has fallen to the darkness today.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, hope you liked the sad thing for my first entry in this book ;)

Anyways, to explain some things, this is based off of the game Okamiden (sequel to Okami)
But it isnt exactly based off of it, I just saw that beautiful fan art (WHICH AIN'T MINE IN ANY WAY) AMD felt inspired enough to make this

I hope you enjoy some feels and my crappy writing.

Till next time,

~DerpyKat